what are our chances
that we may not be dead
that we may live
forever
under a warm blanket
in company of a soothing suntan
grasping a nice glass of fine wine
vomiting words in the most common languages
inside a digital screen
upon a bed struggling with fear and excitement
deep thinking about the unthinkable
surrounding the mess with toys
feeding a marble angel
making art of the advertisement
stoning a criminal
laughing with inner hatred
that we may live
forever
chances are
really
zero
only thing to do is
care
offer
smile
fight
that we may live
really
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